Grimoire

She has a green face and flying monkeys She wears scarves and leather and lace She lives in Africa, on the island of Ææa In a tower, in a chicken-leg hut, in Peoria She is solitary She comes in threes She's a member of a coven Sometimes she's a he When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door She rides a broomstick, or a bicycle She's all freedom and speed and scorch She is stunning, hideous, hesitant, confident Curious, furious, glorious, monstrous She is our downfall She's our deliverance She's a higher being Surrounded by beasts She's lurking in the forest She lives deliciously When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door Ooh Ah Ooh Ooh Ah Ah Ooh Write your grimoire Speak your grammar Make it grimmer Cast your glamour Write your grimoire Speak your grammar Make it grimmer Cast your glamour She has a taste for incantation She's got a sulfur tooth She reads the cards and stars Making magic in the margins Is it myth, is it music, is it truth She's a pagan priestess The Witch of the East In Ancient Egypt Or New York City When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door, what do you see When she opens the door Ooh Ah Ooh Ooh Ah Ah Ooh Write your grimoire Speak your grammar Make it grimmer Cast your glamour